Give and Take {M}

[Delphinia Allaird]

Maybe I like it this way

Whether he intended it to be so, she didn't know, but the sharp searing pain of her hair being pulled roughly had distracted her almost completely from any other pain. Her eyes had been watering before and were by now streaming slightly - not enough to be thought of as crying but enough to be visible and reasonably consistent.

So far all she could think was that she couldn't possibly find any reason why prostitutes might repeatedly do such things, even for the highest pay in the world. It then occurred to her that she had no idea how long such things were supposed to continue for. Half an hour? Longer? That being said, time seemed to have become unfathomable to her, it seemed almost surreal to think on it.

About to protest once again, she only got so far as to open her mouth before he beat her to it. His words genuinely soothed her until he mentioned something of enjoying it. Not processing what he had said properly, she wondered how on earth he expected her to enjoy it. "But 'ow-" she cut off, her interjection short lived as she finally realized the full of what he said. Was it possible that he could be correct? Releasing a slow exhalation that showed her nervousness somewhat, she realized she had been far tenser than she had first thought and did her best to relax instead.

Determined to try her hardest to discover how anyone could call the act enjoyable. Thankful for the distraction of a kiss, she focused instead on that. Kisses she could do; kisses she could understand.

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[Lucian Allaird]

Her spine relaxed, her shoulders softened and sweet Merlin did the slow release of tension in her body bring on a new fervent flash flood of passion to his own. Calmer now, more at ease - if even a little forced - Elphy's body became delightfully fluid. Like two rivers merging into one, their movements became natural, flowing and gloriously appeasing.

Deciding right there, Lucian knew he'd spend the rest of the night making proper love to her. As much as his libido and desire ran rampant with a perverse dialogue of things he yearned to do to her body - tonight he'd give her this. "Mmmm, il mio amore." Lucian whispered into her ear, breaking the kiss to tease her sea shell lobe with the edge of his teeth and the tip of his tongue. "...Let me make love to you, Delphinia." He murmured in an undertone of heated breath along her ear. "Let me finally show you with our bodies how much I love you."

Surprised a little at how natural the words had come out, Lucian didn't take the time to consider the earnestness he may have felt behind them. Instead, he worked his hips like pistons between her thighs. Filling her deeply with the length of his vitality again and again. He pierced her through and through. Abundant with passion and a tender, attentiveness that was endearing. He'd caused her enough pain in his selfishness and want - for the moment, Lucian was content making sweet love to his wife for the very first time.

  

[Delphinia Allaird]

Maybe I like it this way

She couldn't deny noticing the difference. As she slowly relaxed a little more, she found herself wondering what she had found to be anxious about now. The pain was still there but certainly nothing worse than a mild irritation that she could ignore if adequately distracted from it. She didn't have to wait long for it to be so, his words of love finally ushering away all remaining reservations that might have been in her mind for good. "I am all yours," she murmured with genuine feeling behind her words, "Mi arrendo completamente, veramenta faccio.**"

For the first time since... Possibly the first time that day, she had been lulled into a state of perfect stillness without worry or fear. Every new bride experienced the same thing, surely she was no different?

And there it was. The pain was vanishing slowly to be replaced by something wholly different. "Lucian!" she breathed almost in a gasp of surprise. She was beginning to understand, beginning to realize why the entire world was so fascinated by the act whether they were the sort to readily admit to it or the opposite. Moving her hands to his shoulders, it was then that in the back of her mind she began to notice some of the finer details of him that she hadn't even realized she appreciated; his strong upper arms, the feel of his skin beneath her fingertips, his scent... And she belonged to him.

** I surrender completely, truly I do

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[Lucian Allaird]

Like puddy in his hands, he began to mold and craft her for his pleasure. His hips thrust home and home again. Slowly accelerating in tempo, speed and motion as he felt her ease into the act. She relaxed and with it Lucian knew he had her. She was his to do with as he pleased and for the rest of this night and all the ones to follow he intended to take full advantage of that little fact.

He could feel her slick with pleasure the more he mounted her and as time passed, he concerned himself little over his comfort and simply let himself have his way with her. He put his mouth to work exploring her entire body. Used his tongue in ways that would make her hips buck and her toes curl. He put her mouth to work in ways he'd been dreaming of since the first time he'd met her and instructed her just exactly how to use her teeth gently, her tongue and her lips to milk him out. As was expected, she needed teaching but Lucian was more than willing to spend hours locked away with her until she got it right.

Through the night he found himself sheathed deep inside her, his body tense with quivering delight as he spilled himself inside of her again and again. Thriving on the way their bodies were fevered with the flush of their love making and how their bodies lay glazed over with a thin coat of sweat that their continuing intimate proximity of naked flesh together spurred.

He lost count how many times he took her that night, of how many positions he had used her body in and instead lost himself inside a world of unbridled passion. It felt like he'd been built for her body, he the key to her lock that fit perfectly, one within the other. He couldn't remember the last time he so honestly gave his body to a woman but decidedly brushed the thought aside, believing simply that he was drunk on the moment. No matter though, Lucian was confident no matter what or why he felt how he did, that they both would wake in the morning feeling divinely soar - perhaps her more than him - and sexually sated.

  

[Delphinia Allaird]

Maybe I like it this way

What was it she had feared earlier? She could no longer remember. All she knew was pain had been replaced by pleasure, the latter far outweighing the former as far as she was concerned. She had lost all sense of time and any modesty had been thoroughly banished in the heat of it all. She let him guide her and in doing so discovered feelings she had never even had an inkling of the existence of.

It didn't take one of great experience to know that he knew exactly what he was doing and that he was good as far as such things went. She was endlessly thankful that she had not given herself before marriage for she was quite sure that had she done so, she would have found herself falling into a downwards spiral of lust-fueled sin... And what she had feared most of all; repeating the mistake her mother had made in producing her only Elphy would not have had conveniently had someone to marry her to cover it up. Ignorance had made abstaining reasonably easy, now she very much doubted she could return to such an existence. It was as though he had roused some sort of hedonistic creature within her that had been dormant until that very night. He need not seduce her again, if anything he would have to deter her.

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